I like to read the paper with my morning cup of tea before I am beleaguered by the day I know it may sound quaint to some and foreign to a few but I wouldn’t have it any other way I like the feel of newsprint on my fingers as I read and I like to turn a page to find the news I know it’s all available as pixels on a screen but I’ll keep the paper if I have to choose The wheel of time is turning there is writing on the wall something new and unfamiliar has begun But this habit of a lifetime won’t be broken overnight so I’ll keep on doing what I’ve always done